It's only been two weeks officially, but I already feel like I've been draped over this website-shaped bar for my whole life. And hey, *hic*, I've only known you for ten minutes, but you're already my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Friends. In the real world, a beautiful thing; on the internet, a bookmark, a way of saying, "hi, you seem interesting and I wouldn't mind getting to know you better." It must remind all of you of being ten again, where everyone was your friend because they smiled at you or looked your way or had cool shoes.
I've been making a point of sending friend requests to everyone on here. Since I'm hosting this party, I see it as a way of welcoming everyone in when they knock on the door. 185 members and rising (I wonder if it'll hit 200 while I sleep) means I won't be able to come round and get to know every one of you, at least not to begin with. And although I've been doing a decent job, I haven't been able to fill all drink requests. Feel free to load up photos with the tag word 'drinks', if the mood hits.
The biggest surprise visit for the week, for me, was Ken Bruen. He dropped in like the Godfather of the crime writing world and flattered me no end with his very first post. I live in an ever increasing fear of what this Mick may be scheming, but it was truly a great thing to have him drop by. It's not often that one of your favourite authors refers to you by name. I was this close to actually blushing.
Thank you so much to everyone that's joined up thus far, and a special thanks to those who've dropped by my chat wall and gushed about the site. Very much appreciated. As Tom Waits would say, "I love you all. Individually, and as a group."